Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Looking up at him through my lashes, I take him in deep. The ecstasy on his face is priceless. He growls and takes a step back to pull from my mouth.
Reaching under my arms, he lifts me and tosses me onto the bed. Climbing on after me, he pins my legs back and dives in. I cling to his back as he shoves that big, fat, hard dick deep inside me.
My eyes roll back. It takes everything in me not to scream my head off as he fucks me like he’s not going to get a chance to again. He’s so hard inside me.
“God, your dick is insane,” I whimper into his ear.
“Not bad for my age, huh? You feel how hard you make me? With pussy like this, I’ll die in it before I’m too old to fuck you proper.”
“Oh God, yes,” I pant.
“Say my name, Danika. Who fucks you until you can’t think straight, love?”
“You, Ronan. You. It’s always so fucking good.”
He lifts and sits back on his heels as he continues to rock into me. He’s still deep as fuck, but I’m not complaining. When he starts to rub my clit as he hits my G-spot, I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep from screaming for much longer.
I grab the pillow from the bed and cover my face with it. There is no way I’m holding this in. My eyes roll back, and my body starts to quake.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I scream into the pillow as he begins to swivel his hips, stirring my insides.
Why do I even play with this man? This happens every time. I talk shit and he fucks the shit out of me.
And to think, at the start of the year, it did seem as if Ronan was missing a step in the bedroom. Don’t get me wrong, the man was still dicking me down like nobody’s business, but it wasn’t the same. Not that I wanted to mention it or point it out.
I just started to do a little extra when I wasn’t too exhausted to keep things interesting. I’m going to kick Sim’s ass for telling all the men that ashwagandha would be good for their dick game and vitality.
She didn’t lie. Ronan never has a problem getting hard, but I swear he’s been harder and lasting longer since he started taking those damn gummies.
“Oul my ass,” he chuckles smugly as I squirt all over the place. “Aye, only back hurting when we leave here will be yours after I break it.”
“Ronan,” I drag out in warning.
“I told Cass to find Danny when she finished eating. She was almost done when I handed him to Tasha.”
“Wait, I thought you were just going to the bathroom.”
“Aye, love, but when don’t you sneak away when someone takes our boy and I go to the jacks,” he laughs.
“Oh, shut up and fuck me.”
He continues to laugh as he tosses the pillow aside and kisses me hard. An hour. I’ll make sure we head back down in an hour. I need this. We need this.
“I love you,” Ronan groans in my ear.
“I love you too, babe.”
CHAPTER 13
An Observation
Val
“Unbelievable, the nerve,” I murmur to myself and fold my arms over my chest.
I’m standing here in the backyard of LaSalle and Tasha’s home, fuming. I thought I could get Misha to talk to me and tell me what’s really going on.
He shut me down faster than I could blink an eye. To say I was stunned is an understatement. I would have thought I was a stranger.
After all I’ve done for him, he has some nerve. If his wife and children weren’t here, I would shoot him again. He must have forgot.
As I stew, I look out over the backyard. Everyone is either engaged in a game or sitting with a plate of food or something to snack on. I find the birthday boy and a smile comes to my lips.
He has to know what’s going on with Misha. Maybe there’s a way for me to get answers without talking to that grumpy old grouch. Misha should know better than to play with me.
“What do you think that’s about?” Roni says as she walks up beside me and nods toward where Sammy is as I stand watching him while I think.
As I observe him, I mull over Tasha’s words from earlier. I can’t help wondering what it all means and what this kid knows. Looking at Sammy, you would think you’re watching a sweet, harmless boy.
I know there’s way more to the kid than that. I ball my fists at my sides, wanting to know who he sees coming for him. I’d make the earth bloom with their blood before the day could ever come when they attempt to lift their head in that boy’s direction.